The Blank Page
Every Creator's Nemesis(?)
You stare back at me
making that same face.
I throw words at you.
Sometimes they stick,
sometimes it is that same face.
Blind me with your blankness.
I will smother you with ink,
then I will hate it.
Then... that same face.
My mind wanders.
Life calls.
My distractions win again.
SNAP! Out. Of. It.
Back to that, same... face.
I'll fight you until the end.
You're just a first step,
another project in my portfolio.
Like anything else before
and everything else after,
you start with that same face.
But then I create.
I fill the canvas.
You are my voice,
lead my reader,
paint my picture.
Become your own and part of my story,
then it is back to that... same... face.
May your next blank page be the best until your next. Thanks for reading.
Good Fortune to You
About the Creator
Tales from a Madman
.. the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the Prince's indefinite decorum.
The Masque of the Red Death
Edgar Allan Poe
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